[Enter Eugenio.
Eug. By God, sir, and I do lay a plaster to your coat
I will heal it, I dare lay a groat!
Actio. Eugenio, from whence come you?
Eug. From thence that ye were spoke of right now;
Ye shall have an office.
Actio. What is that? I pray you tell me!
Eug. By my faith, ye shall be hangman of Calais;
Thereto ye be appointed, verily!
Actio. Then the first man that shall be hanged shalt thou be,
For I tell thee I will begin with thee.
Eug. Nay, sir, but hark what I shall thee say.
Here was one late this same day
That dispraised richesse worldly.
He said he that doth forsake prosperity,
And take him to wilful poverty,
He shall have joy eternally.
Actio. What was he?
Eug. A doctor, as seemed me;
He spake as holily
As though God had been his cousin.